Leslie & Andy
"Andy...." Leslie whined out loud to no one. She tapped her toe nervously, and crossed her arms over her chest. She took breath after deep breath, and began to pace back and forth in front of the door. She checked her watch a few times as she paced, anxiety growing as the second hand continued to move. Andy had been in there for over ten minutes, and she was sure that it would not have taken him ten minutes to find his guitar. Though Andy could get distracted, but the hotel was so creepy! There's no way he would have stayed in there on purpose. No, Leslie was sure that something had happened.
But she wasn't quite ready to go inside that place just yet.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Double Nope.
She had had her fill of ghosts that first night she was in the Sleepy Hollow. Ghosts and body parts and whatever else it decided to throw at her. But she managed to get out of there in one piece, and she had promised herself that she wasn't going to go back. No way, nowhere, no how.
But then she heard it: the all too familiar sound of her phone ringing because of a text message. Leslie stopped her pacing long enough to reach into the pocket of her suit for the communicator. Her eyes scanned the words, and she felt her heart sink. Andy was somehow stuck in the Sleepy Hollow, and he needed her. He needed her help, and as scared as Leslie was she would not turn her back on Andy.
"All right, Leslie," she said to herself out loud. "You can do this." She pulled down the hem of her suit to straighten the jacket, and then marched toward the door. With a deep breath she grabbed the handle and went in. She was immediately met with a lamp flying toward her head. She ducked in time, and it smashed into the door behind her.
"Andy!!!" Leslie yelled out loud. "Andy, where are you?!" The perky blonde made her way down the hallway, and kept her eyes open for anymore flying lamps. There were no lamps, but the sconce on the wall was flickering oddly, and in a moment the light bulb burst. Leslie squeaked, and ran down the hall.